boots that had been cheap

It is dark, the street is damp. The weather seems to have warmed up, as predicted.
Freshly washed,
with a clean shirt.
Limping,
because of the blister on the heel of the foot, from those boots that had been cheap.
The blister is burst, and the pain is a nuisance. A light limp makes it easier, relieves the discomfort.: A truck and trailer in tow  rumbles down the street, and out under the arch of the town gate. It stops there, a man in an orange safety vest gets out, and the vehicle starts to back up to the loading and unloading doors of the big clothes store. The man in the vest shouts, and the truck stands still.
Walk past all this activity, go to the bus stop.

Dolores is sitting in the shelter, she has no hat on today. say good morning, she grins. The bus arrives, stand in time before the entrance, then get in, a short step, and pay the driver. Drop a ten cent piece on the floor, bend down to pick it up.
In the bus, the quiet girl with the dreadlocks sits and stares out of the window. The dark skinned woman with the mock camouflage black and white jeans gets out of the bus at Hofangerweg, Dolores leaves the bus there too.

Greet the smoker at the the railway station, climb the stairs to the entrance, and walk over to the cafe. There is a crowd of Balkan building workers there, all in workman's overalls, making jokes with the service people as they wait for their breakfast coffees. Join the queue, standing behind the dread lock girl. She orders her rolls and coffee in a high pitched gentle voice, and goes away, probably to board the first part of the train to Munich. go to the waiting room, the room deserted today, pick a comfortable stool, and start to make these notes.
 The service women have started to converse with the building workers in loud voices,
 very loud nearly shouting.

It is a guttural language maybe croatian, cannot tell. Thisgroup of workers is wearing the fashionable workmen's outfits by Levi Strauss, all adorned with brightly coloured zippers on the pockets, and along the legs of the trousers.

Sit there, finish the coffee, well, half of it; and take the other half to platform number six, as on every day.
Just as the train is arriving.